futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the birds are screaming The birds are shouting outside. They don�t sound pastoral they sound wild. Wild, hungry city birds, screaming, keeping me from sleep. It�s 7am and the sky is the colour of laundry water, the light catches on the salt stains outside of my window. The city is obscured beneath a haze of mist or smog: it�s hard to tell these days. I get to direct a little this morning, it�s the new play JD�s one-act, I Thought I Heard Buddy Bolden Say. I always have this tremendous sense of guilt when I�m about to go into a rehearsal �I have not read the play enough.� a voice in my head chants. I�ll read it again before I leave. It�s a good thing I woke up so early. Guilt is interesting to me. M has got me thinking about it. He calls it one of his chief problems. We had a lot of fun last night. I got him laughing by telling him the difference between a socialists and an anarchist.s �Anarchism is a philosophy that means you have on black all the time and you smash things and scream a lot� and he laughs so I go on �socialism is all about everyone having the same haircut and singing toneless songs about parties that are no fun.� I think I should have added capitalism to that (uh oh I�m comparing social philosophy with Monterey systems again!) �Capitalism means you�re fat and eat too much shrimp.� I�ll tell him that one later today if I catch up with him. The birds of Oakland are anarchists. Hear them roar. 07:17 a.m. - 2001-03-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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